Alas, at some point, this romance trip had to be cut short.
But such a decision definitely didn't have anything to do with him being flailed about out of nowhere by a giant tentacle... to the stress of the worrying Rhaenyra.
Though, Ronan can admit it was such a bad prank. Cause it got his dick banned for that very night.
T'was his deserved sleeping on the couch equivalent.
In any case, they had a few moons to make up... and extra sessions of banging to more than make up for the banning.
As for the real reason that the tour had to end... well... there's Princess Helaena Targaryen birth into this world.
Apparently a precarious one because the Queen was not feeling well for some reason.
Something that the two of them missed... so, a belated meet and greet was in order.
Granted, the real reason was the fact that the both of them had a wedding to get to.
Their own wedding, of course.
The nuptials of Ronan and Rhaenyra... or something along those lines. Happening soon, so they had to prep themselves.
Which is why they were currently looking towards the distant Red Keep... and already smelling some shit...
For the Santa Ma-Rhea Prima was sailing towards it... with Seconda and Tertia as a trailing escort.
Cause the triangle formation effect was cool... and Quarta was to be used by mother Rhea, who probably wanted to be fashionably late... or spitefully late...
Unfortunately, when there's a mother... there's bound to be a father... and out of nowhere, a screech could be heard from the skies.
Which made Ronan shake his head.
Cause Daemon and Caraxes were probably going to do that reckless flyby... like they did in the show...
Granted, there was no risk of Rhaenyra being unceremoniously bumped in the head this time.
If anything... the Blood Wyrm and its rider should be the ones in trouble...
For as soon as they screeched up to announce their presence and intent to unceremoniously get near... the corresponding Scorpions of the 3 ships were already directed their way.
With Bronze Order marksmen aiming for the rider or even the wyrm's eye.
Ready to turn their idiotic flyby into what might just be their final bye-bye.
Fortunately, their shared brain cell still worked... and they were able to pause their flamboyant descent in haste.
But it did make their flight pattern rather awkward and jerky... towards the Dragonpit that they could be seen making their way to.
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Just what was her uncle even thinking?
Rhaenyra wondered.
For she herself has seen Ronan training and teaching his men from time to time about "anti-dragon defenses"... and she knew firsthand how lethal it could very well be.
Something that troubled a dragonrider like her... even when it was supposed to just be an appropriate response that was being developed.
Developing after a close cataclysm that the Order of the Bronze had with that butchered Ice Dragon.
Accordingly, Caraxes might as well have been peppered with bronze bolts by now... with Ronan extracting its dead corpse for all he could make use of it.
The Kraken to be called upon to transport the dragon to Runesport for processing...
Especially when he could really care less about Daemon's reactions and probable fate.
Thankfully, uncle still had some sense to him and aborted whatever he was about to do.
Of course, aside from that, she also wondered about what such a Rogue Prince was thinking... being back to the capital at this time of the year.
Disgraced as he was. With nothing to show for his rebellious transgressions.
Then again, to Rhaenyra's and to every courtier's surprise... the suprisingly short-haired Daemon Targaryen strode the Great Hall, rather somberly without any confident strut.
Towards the tense King.
Only to be stopped by the unsheathed swords of the Kingsguard.
Which is when he actually dropped to his knees.
Uttered his apologies.
Said his words of reconciliation.
His regrets for his tumultuous lies... and his hopes to be forgiven.
In response... the King, using Blackfyre as a cane, descended from the steps of the Throne...
To get close enough to the kneeler whom he asked to rise... so that he can give his hug.
As the older brother who pardons and loves his younger brother so.
To make peace, much to the applause of the onlooking lords and ladies... and to the sigh of Rhaenyra, who felt that so much about this was not right.
So much about it was not right at all.